Dancing on my (our) own.

So, today, we had a moment;
a little chunk of time during which we were feeling crummy,
feeling blah,
and a bit overwhelmed.
Maybe it was a case of the Sundays,
or a post-champagne-funk,
but it wasn’t fun.
So,obviously
we had to dance it out.
To Robyn.
And really, it made things better.
Because,
at the very least,
I can delight in knowing that,
if nothing else,
we have now officially turned into
(And I’m totally the Marnie.)